Part 33 (2/2)
”Not at all,” said Peter.
”Nor my dress,” laughed Miss Leroy.
”I remember the style, material, and train.”
”Especially the train I am sure.”
”Do explain these mysterious remarks,” said Dorothy.
”Mr. Stirling and I officiated at a wedding, and I was in such mortal terror lest some usher should step on my gown, that it became a joke.”
”Whose wedding was that?” asked Miss De Voe.
”Miss Pierce's and Watts D'Alloi's,” said the bridesmaid.
”Do you know Watts D'Alloi?” exclaimed Miss De Voe to Peter.
”Yes.”
”Indeed! When?”
”At college.”
”Are you a Harvard man?”
”Yes.”
”You were Mr. D'Alloi's chum, weren't you?” said Miss Leroy.
”Yes.”
”Watts D'Alloi?” again exclaimed Miss De Voe.
”Yes.”
”But he's a mere boy.”
”He's two years my senior.”
”You don't mean it?”
”Yes.”
”I thought you were over thirty.”
”Most people do.”
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